Well, I don't usually have an unrelated joke in my random section here, but it was so funny I thought i would... To have best celebrated Columbus Day two weeks ago, the best way to do so would be to find some random person's house, marched in and said, "This is my house now!!!" (For those who do not get it, think about what Columbus did...
But anyways, after the comments for my last post, I have decided to pick that the winner gets to help create a character for the Arquenia Saga. So here are the rules of a contest: You get 2 pts for the first time you comment on a post and 1 pt for the second time--so you can get in total 3 pts for commenting for each post (you only get pts for the most recent post). This contest will run until the end of this year, by which time Book I of the Arquenia Saga will end (don't have a name for Book I yet: hence no real "official" info on that). At that time, whoever has the most pts will be able to come up with a character of any race with his/her name (or some other name if they would so desire), come up with their personality/background to some extent, etc.
Part IX: The Assault
Date: Amanela 1st, 114 A.U.
Commander Elnyan held his head in his hands in sheer panic. The ship was being attacked—and the radars didn’t even sense all the new intelligent beings, even though it was obvious they were here! In desperation he grabbed a phone and quickly dialed the number.
“Hello? HQ!” he said. “This is Commander Elnyan with the captured Sla’ad! We’ve got huge trouble here—huge! The radars aren’t working so a group of goblins are assaulting the ship and have almost broken in! They blew up the guardships with missiles! …. YES! The radars aren’t registering anything! ...” An explosion shook the ship. “Look! That’s them getting into the ship now! The radar must be broken or something! I’ll try to get us out of this, but I don’t know… yes… yes sir!” Elnyan slammed down the phone in indignation. His fault. The radars malfunctioning was his fault. Elnyan gritted his teeth. He would get this ship back to the Mothership in one piece… or else.
Glancing at the guards coming up behind him, Flek leapt into the air, grabbing his two arjla corsha swords from the twin sheaths strapped onto his back. The arjla swords were a work of goblin mastery. Unlike most swords, these swords had two half-spherical metal parts that attached to the handle of the sword. Flek pushed a button on the handle and the two half-spheres snapped shut to form a sphere with a hole on the one end for Flek’s arm. Inside the sphere and along the scabbard there were various buttons and sliders for Flek’s hand to move. By pushing different buttons and sliding different sliders, Flek was able to make the blade rotate, as well as come down at an angle so that the blade made a 90 degree angle with the handle. A true work of mastery, arjla swords were hard to make and expensive to buy, especially when they had the burning corsha metal for their blades. They were also extremely difficult to use. But, when used well, arjla swords were a terror on the battle field.
Landing on the ground, Flek ran forward, slicing the air with his swords. The elves began to fire their guns. Flek watched the bullets speed toward him. Flek flicked the swords and sliced the bullets speeding toward him in half. The mysterious properties of corsha allowed it to in some way enhance one’s reflexes and reaction time so that corsha weapons could actually be used to block bullets.
Blocking all the bullets, Flek made one last leap to reach the started elves and attacked them. The corsha blades swung through the air, hitting their targets. From the corner of his eye, Flek saw other goblins leaping down to help. In short matter of time, the battle was all over, with no casualties.
“All right!” Flek said, pinning the last elf to the wall. “Here’s the deal. Either you tell us where to find the Sla’ad, or I’ll kill you. Let’s be quick now; I don’t want to waste time.”
“Th-the Sla’ad?” the elf asked. “Go to the left… take the second hall way to the right and he’s in a cell there! Please don’t kill me!”
“Thanks for the information,” Flek said. “Can’t have you fighting against us, though, so I’m afraid…”
“No!” the elf shrieked, but it was all too late.
Reynyagn had been asleep in the pitch-black cell when the explosion woke him up. His eyes flickered open and he slowly stood up. The elves had been stupid enough to put him in a darkened cell, a perfect cell, if one were possible, for a Sla’ad. Reynyagn slowly walked over to the door and waited. Something was up. He knew it. And whatever happened, he’d be ready for it.
Folding his hands, Reynyagn walked back and sat down in a darkened corner against the wall, waiting to see if something would happen. He had waited five minutes before he heard noises outside the door and immediately stood up. Reynyagn silently ran over to the door, his feet not even touching the ground, but instead only hovering an inch above the floor when he stepped.
A brilliant light cut through the door and Reynyagn tensed. A corsha sword; one thing he knew already: the intruders weren’t elves or orcs. None of them would dare stoop to using an Old Weapon. Unfortunately, that also meant that the invaders had in hand the one weapon that could kill a Sla’ad. With a creak, the door swung open. Reynyagn moved behind the door and watched as the intruders entered. Two goblins entered the room, looking around. One held two arjla corsha swords, the other was small and held two corsha daggers. Reynyagn gauged his opposition before making his move.
“That lying elf-” the tall one began. Suddenly, Reynyagn materialized out of the shadows. The tall one gave a small cry of surprise before Reynyagn grabbed him in a headlock and drew him back into the darkness.
“No wrong moves or I snap his neck,” Reynyagn said. “Tell me what you want. Now.”
“We’re here to rescue you!” Reynyagn’s captive said, no fear expressed in his voice. “Come now; release me. Snap my neck and the rest of my crew will be more than happy to kill you.” He gestured to the rest of their force outside the door. “Come now; what would be the purpose of coming in here if not to rescue you? To capture you for ourselves? We’ve got bigger enemies than the random Sla’ad.”
“Fair enough,” Reynyagn said, releasing the goblin.
“Name’s Flek,” Flek said. “Now that we’ve got you, let’s get out of here. Our airships following overhead!”
Flek ran toward the door, Reynyagn following. “Why leave the ship, though?” Reynyagn said. “The guard force stationed on this ship is pitiful. As long as you disabled the guardship, why not take this ship? I can steer it, and think about how valuable an elven ship could be in our hands?”
Flek stopped running for a moment, paused, and cocked his head, before grinning. “Let’s do it,” he said.
Question of the Week:If you could change one thing about the serial as it is going along right now, what would it be?
But anyways, after the comments for my last post, I have decided to pick that the winner gets to help create a character for the Arquenia Saga. So here are the rules of a contest: You get 2 pts for the first time you comment on a post and 1 pt for the second time--so you can get in total 3 pts for commenting for each post (you only get pts for the most recent post). This contest will run until the end of this year, by which time Book I of the Arquenia Saga will end (don't have a name for Book I yet: hence no real "official" info on that). At that time, whoever has the most pts will be able to come up with a character of any race with his/her name (or some other name if they would so desire), come up with their personality/background to some extent, etc.
Part IX: The Assault
Date: Amanela 1st, 114 A.U.
Commander Elnyan held his head in his hands in sheer panic. The ship was being attacked—and the radars didn’t even sense all the new intelligent beings, even though it was obvious they were here! In desperation he grabbed a phone and quickly dialed the number.
“Hello? HQ!” he said. “This is Commander Elnyan with the captured Sla’ad! We’ve got huge trouble here—huge! The radars aren’t working so a group of goblins are assaulting the ship and have almost broken in! They blew up the guardships with missiles! …. YES! The radars aren’t registering anything! ...” An explosion shook the ship. “Look! That’s them getting into the ship now! The radar must be broken or something! I’ll try to get us out of this, but I don’t know… yes… yes sir!” Elnyan slammed down the phone in indignation. His fault. The radars malfunctioning was his fault. Elnyan gritted his teeth. He would get this ship back to the Mothership in one piece… or else.
Glancing at the guards coming up behind him, Flek leapt into the air, grabbing his two arjla corsha swords from the twin sheaths strapped onto his back. The arjla swords were a work of goblin mastery. Unlike most swords, these swords had two half-spherical metal parts that attached to the handle of the sword. Flek pushed a button on the handle and the two half-spheres snapped shut to form a sphere with a hole on the one end for Flek’s arm. Inside the sphere and along the scabbard there were various buttons and sliders for Flek’s hand to move. By pushing different buttons and sliding different sliders, Flek was able to make the blade rotate, as well as come down at an angle so that the blade made a 90 degree angle with the handle. A true work of mastery, arjla swords were hard to make and expensive to buy, especially when they had the burning corsha metal for their blades. They were also extremely difficult to use. But, when used well, arjla swords were a terror on the battle field.
Landing on the ground, Flek ran forward, slicing the air with his swords. The elves began to fire their guns. Flek watched the bullets speed toward him. Flek flicked the swords and sliced the bullets speeding toward him in half. The mysterious properties of corsha allowed it to in some way enhance one’s reflexes and reaction time so that corsha weapons could actually be used to block bullets.
Blocking all the bullets, Flek made one last leap to reach the started elves and attacked them. The corsha blades swung through the air, hitting their targets. From the corner of his eye, Flek saw other goblins leaping down to help. In short matter of time, the battle was all over, with no casualties.
“All right!” Flek said, pinning the last elf to the wall. “Here’s the deal. Either you tell us where to find the Sla’ad, or I’ll kill you. Let’s be quick now; I don’t want to waste time.”
“Th-the Sla’ad?” the elf asked. “Go to the left… take the second hall way to the right and he’s in a cell there! Please don’t kill me!”
“Thanks for the information,” Flek said. “Can’t have you fighting against us, though, so I’m afraid…”
“No!” the elf shrieked, but it was all too late.
Reynyagn had been asleep in the pitch-black cell when the explosion woke him up. His eyes flickered open and he slowly stood up. The elves had been stupid enough to put him in a darkened cell, a perfect cell, if one were possible, for a Sla’ad. Reynyagn slowly walked over to the door and waited. Something was up. He knew it. And whatever happened, he’d be ready for it.
Folding his hands, Reynyagn walked back and sat down in a darkened corner against the wall, waiting to see if something would happen. He had waited five minutes before he heard noises outside the door and immediately stood up. Reynyagn silently ran over to the door, his feet not even touching the ground, but instead only hovering an inch above the floor when he stepped.
A brilliant light cut through the door and Reynyagn tensed. A corsha sword; one thing he knew already: the intruders weren’t elves or orcs. None of them would dare stoop to using an Old Weapon. Unfortunately, that also meant that the invaders had in hand the one weapon that could kill a Sla’ad. With a creak, the door swung open. Reynyagn moved behind the door and watched as the intruders entered. Two goblins entered the room, looking around. One held two arjla corsha swords, the other was small and held two corsha daggers. Reynyagn gauged his opposition before making his move.
“That lying elf-” the tall one began. Suddenly, Reynyagn materialized out of the shadows. The tall one gave a small cry of surprise before Reynyagn grabbed him in a headlock and drew him back into the darkness.
“No wrong moves or I snap his neck,” Reynyagn said. “Tell me what you want. Now.”
“We’re here to rescue you!” Reynyagn’s captive said, no fear expressed in his voice. “Come now; release me. Snap my neck and the rest of my crew will be more than happy to kill you.” He gestured to the rest of their force outside the door. “Come now; what would be the purpose of coming in here if not to rescue you? To capture you for ourselves? We’ve got bigger enemies than the random Sla’ad.”
“Fair enough,” Reynyagn said, releasing the goblin.
“Name’s Flek,” Flek said. “Now that we’ve got you, let’s get out of here. Our airships following overhead!”
Flek ran toward the door, Reynyagn following. “Why leave the ship, though?” Reynyagn said. “The guard force stationed on this ship is pitiful. As long as you disabled the guardship, why not take this ship? I can steer it, and think about how valuable an elven ship could be in our hands?”
Flek stopped running for a moment, paused, and cocked his head, before grinning. “Let’s do it,” he said.
Question of the Week:If you could change one thing about the serial as it is going along right now, what would it be?
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